The Phone Rings, You Smile, That’s how I know its him. Its almost as if, Apple designed your phone, To ring EXTRA hard, Just to warn my heart, To force my head, To turn away. It’s a shame I never do. Not in time at least. I always see, That cheerful glee, Sparkling in your blue/gray eyes. Your voice raises, At least an octave, As soon as you say “hello.” I don’t know what he says back to you, That makes you giggle so happily, I force myself to smile, I immediately stand up, Somewhere, I am sure, There is a dish that needs to be done, A sidewalk that needs sweeping, Clothes that need to be laundered. I busy myself, However possible, To avoid unintentional eavesdropping. I wish I could say, That I was jealous of him. But, I can’t. Reasonably, I should surmise, That I should be jealous, That it’s not me, Who evokes such happiness, In you. But, I don’t. The truth of the matter, Sincerely, Is that I am jealous, Of the way he loves you. A way I have never, Loved anyone. Truth is, How he makes you feel, Makes me happy. I hope I love, One day, The way he loves you.